Rest In Peace

And the cemetery was still, a field of souls at rest. Silvered by moons glow, in row, grave stones in tribute. Passing fragrance of earth, bloom, new mown grass, embraced in cool night air. Muted sounds move through shadow, as soft breeze wakens resting leaves. One lone nightingale, in call, to sleeping glen. A place of lost and found, the end of earthly concern. Remembrance carved in cold stone, the eternal identity of life. Land hallow, in reverence sought, all are now equal, in peace, in God's eternal plan. Form – Free Verse Robert Gene Stoner Jr 5/16/16 ©